A breeze brushed over his head, carrying the distinctive scent of the Endless Sea.
Ruger tilted his head and twitched his ears. At the very last moment, he thought he had seen Big Head racing toward him, but by then he had already activated the Teleportation Array beneath his feet with his mental power.
He pursed his lips. None of that mattered.
The end?
The real end.
Of course he had not forgotten. He might be an ignorant, bewildered kobold, and this time he had reached the point of not even knowing what he had done, but he could still use his head. Anything that required him to sneak around was surely not something he could openly show others. The gaps in his memory reminded him of that. Since so much was missing anyway, he might as well pretend he knew nothing, refrain from recalling or guessing anything, put it all behind him, and immerse himself in other interesting things.
Humming a rambling tune, Ruger headed down the mountain.
He felt he actually had a talent for music. Everything he hummed was different, an improvised composition every time.
Whenever he spotted interesting stones along the way, he stored them in the Bedroom Space, along with soil. Scraping a layer off the ground wherever he went had already become a habit. Those fellows were far too good at making a mess, and the Bedroom Space was expanding as well.
As for what came after this supposed end, although his heart had stirred the moment he stepped out of the Teleportation Array after a year of calm, he had no intention of doing anything right away.
He did not understand the beginning of what was written on that sheet of paper, nor did he understand the end. But the moment he read